Random memory as I was setting up the dishwasher this morning and reminding myself to thoroughly dry my hands before grabbing a soap pod out of the package...
When I was in 8th grade our church moved into its brand new building. The restrooms upstairs had soap dispensers I haven't seen since that, when you pressed a button, gave you a 1" square of what looked like rice paper. Put it in your hand, hold it under the water, and it turned to liquid soap. Very cool.
It took about 20 minutes for some of the teen guys to figure out this presented all kinds of opportunities. They'd find a trusting younger kid, tell him there was a new kind of mint that melted in your mouth.
Yep, this at church.
And that made me recall something upperclassmen at the college I attended did to unsuspecting freshmen. Find some overly outgoing newbie and tell him, "Go ask Bill about his mother's cookies." The new arrival walks across the student lounge and asks Bill, who (with an instant look of deep sadness) says, "My mom died last year of cancer."
Those protesting for a $15 an hour minimum wage need a reality check. Someone who flips burgers or works at a cash register (and is incapable of making correct change on their own) is getting paid commensurate with their minimal skills. My wife is very good at what she does, consistently gets top marks on her performance reviews, and is often told by nurses that she's the one who makes 5c function. She works at the computer entering intake & discharge orders, arranges consults, keeps supplies in stock, and interacts with patients throughout the day. After seven years there she doesn't make $15 an hour.
Headline on USAToday.com: "Chess champion busted for cheating in bathroom."
What, he pretended to go and really didn't?
Did anyone else watch Frontline last night?
I don't recommend watching a show with archival footage of the Nazi concentration camps right before going to bed.
How did they get the name concentration camps? Seems like an odd adjective in this case.
I met with our financial advisor this morning to clear up a problem with my TIAA-CREF account. Or try to clear it up. (Grrrr)
We sat there for another 30 minutes talking about the challenges of the Christian life.
I'm thankful for an advisor who, besides being very good at what he does, is a brother who shares my values and priorities.
Making good progress on the truck wiring. I only have an hour or two a day to work on it, but that's about as much as my brain can handle of that task, so it all works out. Of all the aspects of this restoration I find the electrical part the most challenging. And this truck doesn't have all the electrical gizmos of a car of the same vintage.
I learned it also didn't come with basic things like a fuse panel, electric wipers, a heater, a radio... All of those were dealer-added options, and so the wiring harness I bought doesn't have any provision for them. I've got to make that all up myself. Thankfully, those are things I can work out later, after the truck is running. Right now the goal is to get the engine running so I can check basic systems.
This week's sermon is rattling around in my head like ping pong balls in a Bingo cage. I'm hoping they fall into some kind of order very soon.
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